bliss= hot tub+snow+shenanigans
amazing story my dad told, twice, on christmas eve:
He was praising the mind of his brother dave, and how he remembers a day when dave's insight moved him. It was the day their grandfather Poppa Frank was laid to the rest, so it was like 1994, and Nanny (Frank's wife), Dave and my father were sitting outside on the back porch. They were all sitting next to each other in a line, looking up at the autumn sun and drinking beers out of the can and somehow the conversation had reached the topic of gay marriage. Nanny, being Scottish and very old school, gasped at the thought and pondered "gay marriage? what has this world come to, letting those types get married. David shook his head and frowned as he said, "whatever man, all anybody wants in this world is to just be loved." After contemplating this for a few seconds, Nanny nodded her head and said "You're right Davey, everyone deserves love." And that was that, this woman had held certain feelings about this subject for probably the 70 plus years she had been alive, and just with that statement, on that day her whole mindset was changed.
**(all this is distinct in my father's memory because he remembers thinking how amazing it was that on the day her husband of 50 some odd years was buried, his 70-something year old grandmother could drink beer out of a can and hang out with her grandsons)**
i think that story is pretty damn amazing
and i also just realized why me and my uncle dave don't get along very well, because we really don't like each other that much, and i'd say the comfortable to uncomfortable ratio for being around him is like 1/45 (minutes). I think a major reason for this is we compete for my father and his attention. Because the wavelength my father and i share together is very different from the wavelength dave and my father share together- and my wavelength clashes with his- although, if alone together we share our own, but it can't exist when my father is around. and its heightened by the fact that i've always been mature for my age and he's always been really immature for his- even though he's 20 years older than me, i've been smarter and more mature than him since i was like eleven and he hates it because everyone knows it. But i hate the fact that he's always going to get to have more fun with my father then i ever will because he's equal as his brother, but i'm not because i'm his daughter. We really go at each other, but he plays dirty and is an asshole because he knows my dad would always choose me over him. interesting... not to anyone except myself though...
He was praising the mind of his brother dave, and how he remembers a day when dave's insight moved him. It was the day their grandfather Poppa Frank was laid to the rest, so it was like 1994, and Nanny (Frank's wife), Dave and my father were sitting outside on the back porch. They were all sitting next to each other in a line, looking up at the autumn sun and drinking beers out of the can and somehow the conversation had reached the topic of gay marriage. Nanny, being Scottish and very old school, gasped at the thought and pondered "gay marriage? what has this world come to, letting those types get married. David shook his head and frowned as he said, "whatever man, all anybody wants in this world is to just be loved." After contemplating this for a few seconds, Nanny nodded her head and said "You're right Davey, everyone deserves love." And that was that, this woman had held certain feelings about this subject for probably the 70 plus years she had been alive, and just with that statement, on that day her whole mindset was changed.
**(all this is distinct in my father's memory because he remembers thinking how amazing it was that on the day her husband of 50 some odd years was buried, his 70-something year old grandmother could drink beer out of a can and hang out with her grandsons)**
i think that story is pretty damn amazing
and i also just realized why me and my uncle dave don't get along very well, because we really don't like each other that much, and i'd say the comfortable to uncomfortable ratio for being around him is like 1/45 (minutes). I think a major reason for this is we compete for my father and his attention. Because the wavelength my father and i share together is very different from the wavelength dave and my father share together- and my wavelength clashes with his- although, if alone together we share our own, but it can't exist when my father is around. and its heightened by the fact that i've always been mature for my age and he's always been really immature for his- even though he's 20 years older than me, i've been smarter and more mature than him since i was like eleven and he hates it because everyone knows it. But i hate the fact that he's always going to get to have more fun with my father then i ever will because he's equal as his brother, but i'm not because i'm his daughter. We really go at each other, but he plays dirty and is an asshole because he knows my dad would always choose me over him. interesting... not to anyone except myself though...